Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between

Things Are Bad

I don't even know where to begin. Things are bad; I'll manage, like I always do, but things are bad.

(The absolute WORST part? Other than having my father-in-law deny TO MY FACE that he threw out ashes that belonged to my mother? (OH, YES HE DID. A YEAR AFTER MY MOTHER'S DEATH HE YANKED A BOWL OF ASHES OFF A BACKROOM ALTAR, THREW EVERYTHING OUT, WASHED THE BOWL AND THEN DIDN'T UNDERSTAND WHY I WAS UPSET.) Knowing that my mother-in-law pulled him aside and said "NO, YOU DID, AND I DON'T EVER WANT TO HEAR YOU DENYING IT AGAIN" and he still didn't apologize or mumble a disingenuous "sorry" my way. <- YOU READ IT RIGHT. HE'S NEVER - NOT ONCE - APOLOGIZED FOR TOSSING THE ASHES. NOT THEN, NOT NOW. AND HE ACTUALLY WONDERS WHY PEOPLE DON'T INTERACT WITH OR TALK TO HIM, OR INVOLVE HIM IN ANYTHING THEY'RE DOING.)